Kyo
A bright pain in Kyo's neck, back, wrists, and ankles brought him to conciousness. The lab tech was sitting on a stool by the arresting table, waiting for him to speak. Of course, he had to know what had happened.
"The hell did you do to me?" He glared at her, chest heaving with emotion.
Her polite laugh was harsh and jangling as she answered. "Well...as part of our 200 series experiment, we've imbedded some... how to say this...sensors in your body. No need to worry about anything little human. First phase testing will begin shortly, so just you wait awhile." Her smile was not in the least comforting. After several tense, boring minutes passed, Kyo heard feet entering the room from behind him. The feet and their master came around to the other side of the table and cast a cold speculative eye down on Kyo, who couldn't hold back a whimper of fear. The Demon above him was his abductor. From this angle, he was a towering violet-eyed menace. Chin length black hair accented his hawkish nose and abnormally long fangs; nearly and inch and a half of dental lethality. Crimson draconian wings, though proportioned to the seven-foot frame, spread out in a languid stretch. Gold scales flecked the bone structure of the wing. Bringing them back in and up out out the way, the Demon, who Kyo finally noticed was wearing a close white tunic and khaki pantaloons, began assessing Kyo with his amethyst eyes. Long indescriminate fingers with veritable talons prodded Kyo's torso. The digits were colder than ice. Finally, the searcher nodded and stepped away from the table, motioned to his assistant to do the same, and pulled out a device. Three inches in length, the black plastic rectangle was indeed ominous. Imbedded on it were two buttons, one a sapphire blue the other an irridescent sort of white. Kyo's eyes were rivited on the device as the male Demon's thumb descended onto the blue button.
White-hot pain shot through Kyo's body making his back arch, his joints lock, and his mind writhe in agony. Somewhat distantly, he heard someone screaming like they were being tortured. Belatedly, he realized it was himself. The electric pulse traversing his body became intermitant, more like random shocks than a continuous stream of electricity. With each wave of pain, Kyo's body twitched violently. Finally, the pain stopped.
Panting, kyo tried to curse the Demons but found that his mouth was too exhausted from screaming to form words. The pair of "scientists" watched him with the blank, unintersted expression one wears while watching grass grow. The male moved his thumb over to the white button, but the female held a hand out.
"Wait. We'll continue onto phase two tomorrow; I think we would get more pure results if we have a lapse time between."
"Ashwireh, are you certain? The night is young and the subject is strong...there's so much possibility for this one." A childish eagerness lit the male's face.
"Mayutanoi, you of all scientists should know patience. If we exhaust 285's endurance now, he'll only last a week at most under this duress. If we space out the experiments, we could very well use this subject for the span of his natural life, and may even get to dabble into genetics using his superior, durable genes." Cold logic went into Ashwireh's voice. Finally, after a brief staredown, Mayutanoi consented and swept out of the room.
Sighing, Ashwireh turned to Kyo.
"So, tell me 285, how was the Eschwerin Device? No other subject has lived through phase one. Frankly, if you live to twenty-five, I'll personally see to it that you retire as an Eschwerin subject and get moved to the Genetics project. I'll even consider twenty if you consent to more of the Eshwerin technique." A hopeful light shone in Ashwireh's eyes. Returning the Demon's gaze, Kyo considered the possibility. Four years of torture followed by the rest of his life being a guinea pig slash male prostitute, or finding some way to suicide or escape. Escape or suicide sounded a lot more enjoyable than the electronic hell of Eschwerin.
"Tell you what, Ashwireh. Screw you; screw Mayutanoi; screw the Eschwerin device; screw the Genetics project; I would rather die than be your guinea pig!"
Heaving a sigh, she nodded, then smiled sweetly.
"So be it then, the Eschwerin will be done in a day or two, and we can start on other techniques."
Falcon
Crossing the Dead Lands, a waste land between the two cities boundries that is littered with bones and scavenging animals, the intrepid group finally came to a hill over Ragnorac. Looking down on the city proved it to be dominated by a collesium of Roman proportions, a palace to rival Buckingham, and a University comparable to Yale. Looking at each other nervously, they started down the hill. Halfway to the gate, they heard an ominous flapping sound. Loking up, they saw their worst fears staring down at them. Demons of every color, size, and specialization stared at them in disbelief.
Stallion broke the surprised calm by drawing his bow and quickly firing a bolt. His jitters caused the arrow to fly wide. Almost instantly, the Demons dove down on them, freezing them in place with several stunning spells. Each would-be warrior was knocked unconcious and carried off to some holding cells near the Collosium.
Falcon awoke to the roar of an enraged animal of some type. Opening her eyes, she saw what it was. Apparently, the elephantine horse-praying mantis mixture, covered in royal purple and gold chitinous armour, didn't enjoy being prodded with a taizer. It reared up and screeched again, slaming its weight into its keepers. Shielding spells went up and blocked most of the animal's bulk, but it still managed to reach a bladed crescent arm into the crowd of vetrinary types. Turning to the cell beside it, she saw what she thought could be a manticore, but it had deer's antlers. A skittering hiss from the cell next to hers made her lean over and look. What she saw made her legs turn to jelly and her stomach do a flipflop. The formless lump of flesh and bones trying to heave itself towards the scant rations left for it was utterly nauseating. Obviously an experiment failed and discarded, it had no definate shape, but it did have a disturbingly human face. Its body looked like a pile of candle wax that had engulfed a spider. Three multi-jointed, mismatched legs jutted out of the creatures chin and scraped the floor, trying to drag it bulk forward. Its abdomen was a lumpy joke. Bones jutted out of the wrong place, bulges heaved and sighed with the effort of making the body move, and the whole concoction of horror kept squeezing out a hiss of pain.
Falcon shuddered and turned her attention back to her own cell. She jumped in surprise when she saw the animal personel officer standing in her holding area. He was tall. Brutally tall. None the less, he wasn't bad looking. Cornsilk blonde hair clad his head while the Collosium Staff uniform covered his body. Dark blue feathered wings stretched out as he walked over to her. She was suddenly aware of her lack of ability to defend herself. As she scrambled backwards, she was suddenly stopped by a length of chain attatched to each ankle and running down to the floor. Belatedly, she realized that since she pulled the chains taught, she couldn't angle her knees nor do anything else to protect herself. The Demon practically dove at her, ripping at her clothing and tearing them off of her. She screamed as he forced himself onto her and raped her. He drew a taizer from his pocket and stunned her with it. After she blacked out into unconciousness, she didn't know what happened.